From a Teacher’s Diary – September 1967 Come into the Garden, Maud (Note: I left my classroom teaching position in the summer of 1967 to work as environmental science advisory teacher to…Continue
Started Nov 27, 2012
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CAPTURE the MOMENT – FOREVER!
After a wonderful but windy afternoon walk around the woodland near school, my children began to talk about the afternoon’s experiences.
Dianne said how much she enjoyed the walk in the long grass around the trees. “Everything was beautiful, Mr. Paull…………….everything smelled dead good. Did you hear the wind, though? It was making a…Continue
Posted on August 24, 2013 at 3:00pm
I moved to Blaby Stokes Junior School in January 1965.
After a rocky start, and remembering my experience with Tiger at trinity Fields, things began to feel good in my classroom, filled with 40 fifth graders.
One Monday morning, the classroom atmosphere was highly charged with expectancy as the children sat in their seats.
“Well,” I asked my class, “anyone got anything to share from the weekend?” “Did you fill your…Continue
Posted on November 30, 2012 at 11:32am
It was a sad fact that, in the seven years I attended grammar school, I had never met another Mr. Jones. I never had another shared precious amber moment. I know now I should have raised my hand more often, I should have asked more questions, and I should have concentrated more and been a better student.
However, I had done enough, it appeared, to be on my way to becoming a teacher.
In September, 1960, I began my three-year-long college career in Leicester, an industrial…Continue
Posted on November 27, 2012 at 12:30pm
On my very first morning in St. Paul’s School, after morning assembly in the small school hall, at twenty past nine precisely, Mr. Jones welcomed me to class. Then he adjusted his tie, buttoned the middle button of his green corduroy sports jacket, and selected an unused piece of white chalk from the cardboard box sitting on the rim of the blackboard. He looked up at the top left of the board, and, slowly, squeakily, wrote the day and the month, followed by the work of the day on the…Continue
Posted on November 25, 2012 at 10:41am